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Oathbound	By : rubicon541 Category: DC Verse Comics > Wonder Woman Views: 145699 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 16
Disclaimer: I do not own Wonder Woman or any aspect of DC comics. I am making no money from this. I neither own nor control the fandom surrounding Wonder Woman. This is a work of fantasy. Real life does not and should not work like this.

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WONDER WOMAN: OATHBOUND
by
Rubicon Cross

Chapter Seven

Something Diana had said sticks in my memory now, writing all this down. It was something she’d said not an hour before I’d managed to actually cause the Amazon pain. "You have exerted your dominance over me, and I cannot do anything but submit, and therefore you have accepted responsibility at the same time.” Which in one sense may be the most Wonder Woman thing I can think of off the top of my head.
I’d failed at that responsibility. I got angry and upset, and I lashed out, confident that Diana was loving every moment of it. And she was. She loved it. But she was also legitimately terrified. Legitimately traumatized. She had taken the comfortable labels off our relationship and called it what it was — rape. I had forced her to admit rape turned her on. And then I’d raped her — knowing full well this was still part of my fantasy, which her oath forced her to participate in, and her fantasy, which her oath forced her to share.
Except this wasn’t fantasy. Somehow… Diana’s divine power and Amazon abilities had drained out of her. She’d tried to tell me but I’d ignored her. When I’d slammed her onto the sink and forced her to look in her own eyes while I violated her, she was legitimately powerless and helpless.
And yeah, she loved it. But that doesn’t change what happened.
She was clearly very upset — much moreso than she’d been when she was reeling from Poison Ivy’s toxins or being stripped of her identity and forced into orgasm. I’d never seen her like this — trembling, curling in on herself… panicking. I honestly didn’t believe Diana could panic.
I picked her up — which was an effort, since she was still more than six feet of Amazon muscle and now apparently she couldn’t ‘help’ me by flying — and carried her out of the bathroom. “It’s okay,” I was saying. “We’ll figure this out. Just breathe. Just breathe, Diana…”
She didn’t answer. Her eyes were tightly shut and she was shuddering now. She certainly wasn’t making it easy to move her.
I wrestled her into the bedroom, and got her onto the bed. “Shh — calm down,” I said, as soothingly as possible, trying to get my own panic out of my voice. I’d broken Wonder Woman! This was — this seemed impossible! “Here. Give me your hands — that’s it. Give me your hands…”
I began unwrapping the golden lariat from her wrists. I’d wrapped it around each of her bracers — which themselves had been wrapped in silk before — and then bound her wrists together, wrapping it mostly around both bracers to immobilize her hands. Since her oath forced her to ‘act as my captive’ any time she was bound with the lariat, I had known that she’d be caught and held as I forced her to—
As I forced her.
“I don’t understand,” she was was whispering. “Hera, Aphrodite, Athena… why have you forsaken me?” Her voice was low and frightened, as I unwound the golden metal rope—
The rope wrapping the wrists together came free, though it was still wrapped around both bracers. The moment her wrists came apart, she convulsed and I was thrown back off the bed, smashing into the wall behind me hard enough to crack the drywall. I cried out in pain and saw stars for a moment—
“Thomas!” Diana shouted, darting to me much faster than the eye could see. She caught me before I fell. “Are you all right?” Her eyes darted over me, looking for injuries—
“Yeah,” I half-wheezed. “Got the wind knocked out of me.” I shook my head. “Diana — your powers—“
“Are back,” she confirmed. Her voice was calm and controlled — and not with relief. It was like a light switch had been thrown and Diana of Themyscira was back. No panic, no fear, just cool will and warm concern, all at once. And of course her strength and speed were back, too.
“What happened?” I gasped.
“I don’t know,” she said, sliding back through the air, carrying me and setting us both on the bed. The lariat was still wrapped around one of her bracers, locking her in truth and keeping her my captive — but the rest of her… her bearing, her being — they were all fully restored. “I lost… everything, Thomas.”
“Your powers—“
”Everything.” She looked in my eyes, earnestly. “Yes, my strength and durability and all my other gifts were gone, but it was more than that. I’ve lost my powers before, without losing my courage or will or spirit. In that moment, as you spun me and slammed me and conquered me all those were gone. I wasn’t just weak. I was…”
She paused, looking away.
“You were what?” I asked.
“I was tame,” she said, softly. “I was tamed. Not submissive — helpless. Not powerless — literally unable to defy you. And as you took me, I could only endure.” She breathed hard as she spoke, now. “And Hera help me, Thomas, it was one of the most erotic moments of my life.”
I paused for a moment. Unconsciously, I reached up to stroke her hair, and she leaned into my hand as I did it. “That doesn’t make sense,” I said, softly. “That’s… not how kink works. Maybe after you’d figured out what happened but unless you literally find being assaulted erotic—“
“I have been in more fights than you can imagine, in more circumstances than you would believe,” Diana said. “You know I… appreciate being bound, and we have established I have a legitimate rape fetish, but I promise you, being taken down or taken out usually doesn’t arouse me.”
I nodded after a moment. “So.” I said. “It’s the bracers.”
She didn’t answer.
“You told me that the bracers — bracelets you called them at the time — contained your Amazon rage. Without them you and your… uh—“
“Sisters.”
“Right. You and your sisters would lose control of your anger and powers. It’s a curse. And you said that in stories and legends they could…”
“In legends they were said to turn Amazons docile,” she answered. “Tame.” She closed her eyes. “And somehow you made that happen.”
“Yeah,” I said. I was a little blown away. Scared, confused… and on top of it all I had literally found Wonder Woman’s kryptonite. How was that even possible? “I guess… when I wrapped the lariat around them—“
“My wrists have been bound many times,” Diana said. ”You bound my wrists. This has never happened before now.”
“Yeah, but I specifically wrapped the lariat around the bracers—“
“That has also happened many times.”
“Maybe. But…” I paused. “Diana. When… that first night, when I had you hanging from the pipe in the other room and I was stripping you… I wrapped your bracers in silk…”
She nodded. “You said you were recontextualizing them.”
“And you moaned when I did it.”
She looked away again. “…I did. I found it… erotic. In away that taking my tiara or even peeling my uniform off me wasn’t — though both of those were arousing. It was like…”
“It was like the bracers themselves were an erogenous zone,” I said. “I’ve noticed it since then, too. And when…” I took a deep breath. “And when I raped you, I started by binding them again. I recontextualized them again, as the symbol of your helplessness.”
“…and I was helpless,” she said, softly. “Truly helpless. The Bracelets of Submission, we call them… and… I submitted. Mind, body, will, strength…”
“…oh my God.”
“That’s just it,” she said, still speaking softly. “I wasn’t a God then. I wasn’t a warrior. I wasn’t even a woman or a girl. I was a slave. I wasn’t even broken. I had nothing to break. And you wanted to hurt me the way I had hurt you, so I was there to be hurt and could do nothing to stop it.” She looked at me. “No. More than that. I came when you hurt me. When you violated and took me and forced me to watch myself as it happened. It was intensely erotic.”
I looked away, flushed. Ashamed.
“Thomas,” she said, softly. “This was in your fantasies and mine alike. That assault was part of the oath.”
“That doesn’t make me feel better,” I said.
“Then let this make you feel better.” She touched my chin, and turned my face to face her’s. “You have uncovered a secret that could potentially destroy me. What if it had been Lex Luthor, or Cheetah, or Sinestro or Darkseid, instead? When you realized what had happened, you stopped and immediately tried to help me. And being raped like that? Was in both our fantasies. Yes it was brutal, and yes you were hurt and lashing out, and yes that is terrible. But it was a part of what this weekend is, and it will be a part of it again. And I do not hate you for it. Honestly…” She looked at the lariat, still wrapped around her right bracer. “You may have just saved my life, or the lives of many others. Knowledge is power, and this weakness has been lurking in the depths, waiting to drag me down. As… terrifying as that was… it still happened with someone who cares about me, not someone who despises me.”
I looked in her eyes for a long moment, then nodded. “I still need to do better,” I whispered.
“Then do better,” she said. “And if we get it wrong along the way… you called this an exploration in the oath. There are always dangers and wrong turns when you explore, Thomas.”
“I don’t see how you can be so…”
“Calm?” She chuckled. “Thomas? This is far from the worst thing that has ever happened to me.” She paused. “And… you have no idea how powerful that orgasm — those orgasms were. Everything in me was in ecstasy in equal measure to my terror. And it was my ecstacy, because in that moment you had stripped me of the blessings of Aphrodite.”
I had nothing to say to that. After an awkward moment, I looked at the bedroom door. “Want something to drink?”
“Yes, please.” She sounded slightly amused. “Sprite, if you still have some.”
So I went to get Sprite.
When I got back, she was standing, running her hand over the black lace of the teddy. It was pulled half off and disheveled, but looked intact, which is a bit of a miracle, really. “I think… this will need some laundering before it will have its proper impact,” she said. “May I take it off?”
“Of course,” I said, offering her the drink.
She drank — draining the glass before she handed it back to me. “Thank you,” she said, and began sliding her hands up her body. She began to peel the black lace off, arching slightly as she did it.
“…you’re using the blessings of Aphrodite again.” I half-whispered.
“Yes,” she said, turning back to me as she peeled the lace off her breasts, looking over her shoulder. “You’re upset and you’re unfocused. So I am focusing you and calming you.” She smiled, very slightly. “We will have time to be angry and worried. For now… share this moment with me.”
How Diana could be so… giving ten minutes after I’d brutalized her in the bathroom is beyond me — but then, that was who she was. That was what she was.
Except in the bathroom she hadn’t been any of that.
“Thomas,” she said, bending at the waist and peeling the teddy down straight legs, one arm over her breasts as she turned profile, hair cascading like a waterfall — it seemed to have recovered with the rest of her. “Would you do me a favor?”
“What?” I half-whispered. I admit to being entranced. But then, it was her power.
“…I mentioned kinbaku. The art of beautiful tying, the connection of being bound.” She turned, sliding forward so that mane of hair hid her body from view even as she peeled off one stocking. “When I am done… please… bind me in it. Bind me in my lariat, and leave me so bound for the rest of the night. Bind me in the truth. Bind me to you. It is… disconcerting to discuss what happened. This would help. And I would like it very much.” The lariat was still around her right bracer, so I know she was telling the truth.
“…all right,” I said, softly.
“Thank you.” She finished peeling off the second stocking, then rose, arching, arms sliding behind herself and her hair tossed back, revealing her glory like the sun coming out from behind the clouds. She was beautiful. She was beauty itself. And she was sensuality incarnate.
I stared, then walked over. I reached out for the rope, and she held her right bracer towards me. I unwound it, then slowly stepped around her, gathering the cords in my hands and snapping them together, which caused her to gasp the way they had those first few moments in my apartment, twenty four hours and a lifetime before.
I slowly began to wrap the cord around her waist, then up and around again, careful to meet the aesthetics. I bound it like a web over her stomach, then coiled beneath and above her breasts, a single strand between them. I wrapped it around her shoulders and down her arms, criss-crossing to restrict her movement, then around her hips again, and down her legs.
In the process, I had wrapped the lariat around her bracers, binding them together… I actually slid off the silk and bound around the metal of the bracers. She moaned again, but didn’t seem to become any weaker.
Then back around her waist, and looping tightly from the top of her hips to her thighs, one side and the other, pulled tight, so that they didn’t cover her vulva — if anything, the tension drew the lips slightly apart.
But then, as swollen and damp as they were? They hardly needed the help.
Down her legs, and then around her legs, knotted so they could be spread at least somewhat, but restraining them. All the way to her ankles. And then I was done.
I stood, and I looked at Diana.
She was arched. Posed. Eyes half-closed, lips parted, head back. She was sweating very slightly — glistening in the light… and I realized that the lariat itself was glowing. I could tell just by looking that she was fully Diana. Fully Wonder Woman. No weakness. No fear.
Just acceptance. And arousal. Her nipples proved that as much as the glisten of her mons did.
I looked her up and down, then walked back over, undressing as I went. I’d kept most of my clothes on during the bathroom assault. Stepping behind her, I reached down and picked up one of the discarded silk scarves.
She gasped as I wound it two or three times around her left bracer, then gasped again as I wound it around her right one. There was a reasonable amount of slack between them, but they were tight on the bracers themselves. Slowly I worked a knot, focusing on what was happening… on Diana… on my Diana… and then I pulled the knot tight—
Diana cried out, muscles going taut… then relaxing slowly. Her head dropped forward, eyes cast down…
I stepped in front of her, looking her up and down again….
The glow of the lariat was gone, and the woman in front of me was beautiful… but…
You could just tell. She was mortal.
I reached over, arms behind her, and she shivered. I found the knot and undid it—
The lariat’s glow brightened instantly, and she breathed in — she didn’t physically change, but her presence seemed to swell.
“So,” I said, softly. “Assuming it isn’t specifically silk… it’s intention. I have to intend to… unmake Wonder Woman and leave…”
“Me,” Diana said softly. “Leave just… me.” She took a breath. “I will need to do more experimentation, of course, but… I think it’s more than just your intention.”
“What else does it need?”
She took a long moment. “Acceptance,” she said. “I have to accept being bound… being unmade, to use your word.”
“You didn’t accept it before,” I said. “The oath—“
“Clearly the oath is… too subtle for this aspect of the Bracelets of Submission,” she said, still speaking softly. “It can’t tell the difference between coerced cooperation and full acceptance. Which is dangerous. If the secret gets out… a man with a gun pressed to the head of an innocent can coerce me into accepting his chain, and that…”
“…would be a disaster,” I answered. “And you’d love it while it happened.”
“Yes,” she said, simply. “Though… I think… not as much as with you. But that is a hunch.”
I chuckled. “Yeah,” I said. “Well. I won’t tell anyone.”
“Not willingly,” she said. “But secrets… secrets have a way of becoming known, Thomas. Wisdom suggests preparing for when it is learned, not for hoping it won’t be.”
I paused. “Yeah,” I said. “That… makes sense.” I had been largely pulled out of my anger and shame and fear — the blessings of Aphrodite and Diana’s own spirit and compassion were both strong — but I still felt a clutch around my heart. I had the terrible feeling this secret would eventually be the death of Wonder Woman.
And if it was? The responsibility would be entirely mine.
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